[Intro]
On Crip
(Goddamn it, Dupri)
Uh, uh

[Chorus]
T-top, see a n***a blowin' in the wind
G-body brought a homie baby, bring a friend, uh
What I spent on this, I could've went and bought a Benz
Forgiato rims with the six inch lip
Paid a band for the strap but it came with a switch
I'm a trophy guy to keep it on me, bro, I can't slip
By my doler, even with the homies, uppin' off the hip
A n***a on what? On Crip

[Verse]
Uh, know I'm slidin' Forgiatos when you see me
Big guns like a Grand Theft Auto cheat sheet
Big funds all up in my Google spreadsheets
That's probably why your bitch all up in my bedsheets
Uh, all the face tats ain't scare me
Put the city on my back, I know they hear me
Take a trip to Walmart, I'm tryna sell some Ps
Think it's rap, look at that, another thirty Gs
You think it's rap, Cutthroat worth a hundred ki's
N***a pull up to the store, uh
Yeah, I got a lot, but I'm tryna get somе more
You n***as talk a lot when it's money on thе floor, uh
Big Cutthroat, I know you heard of me
Clap him up, boy need surgery
N***as started off with T-Mobile burglaries
Back then, swear that bitch was curvin' me
Now that same bitch callin' me urgently, on Crip
[Chorus]
T-top, see a n***a blowin' in the wind
G-body brought a homie baby, bring a friend, uh
What I spent on this, I could've went and bought a Benz
Forgiato rims with the six inch lip
Paid a band for the strap but it came with a switch
I'm a trophy guy to keep it on me, bro, I can't slip
By my doler, even with the homies, uppin' off the hip
A n***a on what? On Crip

[Outro]
On Crip